Rain drabble
She loved rain, loved the sounds it made as the tiny droplets exploded in miniscule deaths upon her rooftop. She loved the rushing of water coming from her drainpipe like a river from the heavens. She loved the color the sky became- not gray, like clouds were assumed to be, but a dark, dark blue, like the deep ocean. There was an ocean overhead, she liked to think, and it would come down on her with a mighty BOOM and the flash of lightning. Lightning and thunder were all very well, she thought, in their way, but she preferred the steady litany of drops splashing onto pavement to the showy displays of celestial power that were manifest in lightning and thunder. Really, she often mused, the combination of the two was absurd- by itself, a single flash of lightning unaccompanied by thunder or vice versa might do nicely to terrify native dwellers of the lands of long ago, but to place the two in concert was simply showing off. Rain wasn’t like that- it simply existed. It came when it could hold off no longer, and when it was done, it left gentle reminders of its presence in the hanging of the air, the steamy roads, and the drooping of leaves heavy with water.